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Breathe

... a handsomely devilish grin. “Ready to do this?” As he stepped towards her, her brow twitched. She knew by his look that he caught that like the alpha predator catches a scent. Her eyes locked onto his and she steadied her breath. The chip on the ice fractured in a dozen different directions… *** 5 weeks ago… Jenna’s yoga class was just winding down. It wasn't a formal class, per se; she wasn’t a certified teacher. A few weeks ago after work, she was alone in the studio just to practice some poses and free her spirit. Some onlookers asked if they could join her and she welcomed the company. Her placid nature was well-appreciated by the staff, weary and strung out after a stressful day at work. With a little encouragement, she agreed to offer a weekly after-work session. Jenna guided everyone through a series of slow lunging poses. While not everyone did everything perfectly, the vibe in the room was relaxed and peaceful. Just then, the door swung open and a tall, brooding man entered. Everyone other than Jenna turned their heads towards him as if on command. He glared back at them like they were prey. Jenna could practically smell the intensity pervading the air, throwing everyone off. She finally glanced over towards him. Tyrone shifted on his feet, his large frame swaying. After scanning the room, he leveled his sights on Jenna. Finally, he asked grudgingly, “Room for one more?” With a passive blink, Jenna nodded. “Sure,” she replied, “We’re finishing for now, but you’re ...

... welcome to join.” Hesitating momentarily, Tyrone made his way through the group --the Bull amongst the lambs-- to the center of the room. A wide pocket formed around him. “Let’s resume,” Jenna said. She did her best to restore the balance in the room, but to no avail. The others were distracted, too aware of Tyrone’s intensity and his heavy, uneven grunts. His movements were gruff, like he was fighting to bust out from a cage. He would look at his feet then at the others, clucking his tongue whenever he stumbled off balance. Soon everyone barely followed along with Jenna. The session came to an abrupt end. While the others filed out of the room a little more quickly than usual, Jenna remained seated on the floor, legs crossed. Tyrone sat in front of her, still shifting uncomfortably, forcing his limbs and muscles into place, and fuming to himself. It was as if he hadn’t even noticed that everyone else had left. “Center your core,” Jenna said. He arched a dark brow and eyed her. “What?” Flattening her palm gently against her belly, she said, “Open your heart above your hips and breathe.” “I am breathing," he muttered from the edge of his mouth. “You’re pumping air in and out of your lungs,” she noted, teasing a gentle smile, “but you’re not breathing.” Tyrone watched as her eyes closed. Her chest expanded and fell with a steady, yet strong, rhythm. She inhaled deeply and then rounded her glossy pink lips as she dispelled the air with an audible breath. Observing her for a few ...